Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting hoes
Zany imposed, in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the realest
Niggas, of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they want a strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a extra slug 'for I
Ya smoke than me with a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) break on a
Burning ya faith, all covered in tape
Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out rags at you
You running to the cops How we do?
Saying it's just rap and them ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or trois
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, praise to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, remain as a top shotta
I ain't no rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't to you mind ya business then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we niggas
All the love us, get a whiff of us
They quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching shatter
It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, whack rappers,
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O five -
Where my at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's the handyman
And to be not with all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, up my position
I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on them with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a since birth
The rap game's pallbearer when I'm droppin' the
I new to this, I'm true to this
Industry's nightmare, red in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted
My chargers? MC's without warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the Biggie
In New York with Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes against me, even the score
Prolly why I'm OT on tour
TDE, me we want war
I don't even know what piece I like no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, the difference?
We all gon' die one day then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I gon' curse
Still gifted a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I it's just a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still trippin' off of Jay-Z
I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z
Soul brother number 2
The first one used to make beats for CL
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the time I see L's move
Soul!

4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I think I my second home
California and it's ya little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's what told me
So I never back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we in the path
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and gon' find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
Where is Robin, I'm
minding my business
He a regular victim, us in women
Uh, niggas, you always cater to sluts
You always wasting my time, you always faking the
I'm put ya dream in ya face
You lookin' for some women to be all in ya face
That deep reach niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy make a be dussy
You can never rap better than me, 'cause you dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't under
You ain't overbooked, you just under
supposed to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself fresh as fuck